I sometimes cry but can’t tell you why, I seldom share things for I am shy. I’ve always been like that and will be the
I wish I could explain why I love you so much, It’s your eyes, your smile, or your soft and silky touch. When I saw you first, I
Is it Possible? For something pure to fascinate a sin? For someone to be in pain and yet crave to grin? For the right to love a wrong?
I’ve been looking for something that comforts my aching heart in whatever is left with me I feel disappointed. I’ve
Ages have gone past wondering and pondering all the time and I am still left with a question, “will she ever smile back at me